Novel & Cerita A Man In A Beast World

Welcome to the world i created, it's called double world. Double world is an era where the beasts and Humans co exist. In the beginning , only humans exist in double world until a man, dark his name was cursed by the beast lord who was said to have lived for millions of years in an old cave and also the only reason for the curse is only known to the beast lord. Dark find himself no less different from human except that he has a beast living inside him who came out whenever there is danger ahead or whenever he was sensitive. Dark was bestowed with an acute hearing, speed and agility and also the Ability to know how people feel and lastly immortality.

I croaked out a few seconds later, recalling his words from earlier. "I don't know, to be honest." He answered, running his large hand down my back. "But I know one thing, I need you. You keep the beast calm." He said. I looked at his face. "Beast?" "My wolf. You soothe my wolf." He said, our eyes holding contact. I felt a bit unnerved by that statement of his because he had a similar effect on me. There was a sharp rapping knock on the door and we both jerked away from each other, startled like cats.

But before he could even process what was happening, the huge beast grabbed his arms and, with a sudden movement, sank its fangs into his arm. “Ah! Damn bitch!” growled the man, feeling the beast tear his arm off. Meanwhile, the other two men jumped back, their hearts nearly leaping out of their chests in fright. “Who... who are you?” You're a damn monster!“ asked one of the men, stunned. The truth is that in the dark world of hybrid bears, they had never seen a beast like Eleftheria's, so they were filled with panic when they saw her. ”I told you to leave me alone!" roared the beast with all her might.

“He’s not just an enemy. He’s the kind of person who burns the world down just because it suits him. And now you’ve gone and poked the beast with a stick.” The pigeon-cloaked man scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “The beast is distracted. He’s weak. If we strike now, we might just be able to end this before he even notices. We can finish this mission before he can gather his strength. You’re the one who’s scared, not me.”

"Really now? I don't know what world you live in, but normal people, don't smell their mates." He abruptly stood, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he slowly walked around the table, eyeing me like the prey I assumed he chalked me up to be. "You're right, Little One. Normal people don't do that, do they?" He walked behind William, who sat uncharacteristically still. "But wolves do." Wolves. Those ghostly intense eyes were wolfish. But this man wasn't a wolf, and neither was the beast he turned into. "What are you insinuating? That you're part wolf, a beast, and a man? I'm sorry to say it but that beast looked less wolfish than you do."

"Well, fuck. You survived." “Barely,” I rasp, swallowing a half-laugh. “You’re all fucking insane.” “You’re welcome,” he shoots back with a wink, eyes dancing behind that cracked mask. The Beast stands and stretches, his movements a slow ripple of muscle and power. He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck with a grunt as he gathers cloths. “You did good.” His voice is softer now. Not quite gentle, but something close. He pauses, then adds, “Didn’t think you’d last. But damn... you did good.”

I kicked backwards really hard at the man who was holding me, causing him to lose his grip on me and let out a whimper of pain. I rolled over to the other side of the tree and gripped my knife tightly. The Beasts were shocked yet surprised to see this. They didn't know what to do; whether to run to save their lives from the creature at front which was slithering slowly towards us, or to catch me. The creature was quite weak as it was far too slow. Okay. That was good. I turned and looked at The Beasts and my eyes met the man who was holding me. He looked like he was a Korean. He was even more handsome than the members of the Kpop bands like BTS and EXO. Don't get me wrong.

I didn't want to scare our breeder for the sake of Hunter who had strong feelings for her. "I would like to see you try and take her away from me beast. You should be feeling lucky that you still have your neck intact!" He spat. I had no time to talk back and forth. I was a Tasmanian devil and what we did best was attack our prey. I wasted no time in shifting without holding back and growled loudly in warning. "Hera run." The man screamed then charged at me. The humans never learnt their lessons in years and the old fool proved it.

Now, instead of waiting for flying objects to come and slice at them, both the werewolves nodded at each other in agreement before running forward. After running forward for what felt like miles, they came across a man who was dressed in all white, his long hair tied in a ponytail and his long silvery beard nearly reaching his knees. He held a wooden staff in his hand and it was glowing in a dark red light. He was fighting off a few beasts that she had never seen before. The beasts were magical to say the least but what shocked her was that they were even grotesque than the hycwens she was used to seeing.

Somewhere at the training field over the other side, a moss-crawling iron gate slowly opened up, where a group of beasts was running out frantically. The drumming sounds were getting louder and louder. Later, a figure was seen pursuing those beasts from behind. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered with red veins. At this time, the man looked more like a beast than those beasts that ran in front of him. Pretty soon, that man had caught up with that group of beasts. Surprisingly, he fought with a dozen beasts and relied on his strength. Every punch and slap he threw was filled with madness.